"I-I'm sorry" i choked out, in between sobs. i held the gun in
the direction of my mother, her brown eyes filled with tears.

"DO IT!" My own father shouted at me. i winced at the sound of
his voice. i didnt dare look in his direction.

"Good-bye, mum. I love you." i pulled the trigger.

"Well done!You really ARE a dady's girl!" my father exclaimed in
his Irish accent.

"You basard!" i shouted. i ran towards him furiously. "YOU
BASTARD!" i began attacking hi with my fists. suddenely 10 men
with guns ran into the room.

"Mr.Moriarty, on the floor. Miss. Moriarty, come with us." A man
shouted at us. Despite the fear, th adrenaline was too much, and
i continued to hit my father,until i was shot with a tranquiliser
gun.

Chapter 1- Four years on.

I'm Jasmine Moriarty, hi. I'm 16 and i live with my foster
arents, John and Mary. My real parents are Jim and Jennifer
Moriarty, but I dont see either of them, mainly because ones dead
and the others an international criminal. As far as i know, my
father ( the criminal) is also dead, but thats only rumors, might
not be true. To be honest, i'm happy never to see him again.
Ever.